A Little Street Where Old Friends Meet

Home seek, hide seek
Nothing seems real
That's how I feel today, today

Hometown, my town
I hear you call
Calling me far away (Far away)

It's just a little street
Where old friends meet
I'd love to wander back someday

To you, it may be old
And sort of tumbled down
But it seems a lot to folks in my hometown

Although I'm rich or poor
I still feel sure
I'm welcome as the flowers in May

It's just a little street
Where old friends meet
And treat you in the same old way

It's just a little street
Where old friends meet and treat you
In the same old way, same old way